Rejected: The Luna’s Desires

Chapter2

Adelia POV

My stomach dropped as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

His smirk was gone; it was now replaced with a very deep frown, and I could almost hear him growling.

“What did you just say, b***h?"

My hands shook, but I tried to act tough.

“I said, I reject you. I have no interest in being your mate."

He laughed loudly and doubled over to hold his stomach. When he didn't come back up, I bent down to make sure he was okay.

What I didn't expect was a backhanded slap as he rose up. The slap was enough to cause me to fall back on the sink.

”You stupid b***h, what makes you think anyone can reject me? Do you know who I am?" He approached me and grabbed my hair.

With it, he pulled me up and grabbed my face to look at him.

“Let me make something clear to you. No one rejects me, and I repeat, no one rejects me. Everyone always wants a piece of me or to be around me, so think baby girl."

Even though my scalp was in pain, there was no way I was backing down. I got very close to his face, looked into his eyes, and made sure our lips were almost touching.

“Guess what? This is the second time I'll be rejecting you, and I won't be going back on any one of my rejections.

Even though I expected him to get angry and hit me, he didn't. He just smirked and looked at me.

“Now you listen to me, you dirty little w***e. I don't care what you say, and I don't care if you've rejected me. I haven't, and I don't have plans to. The only thing that's going to happen is that I will have my way with you; I will taste every inch of you and use you to my satisfaction before I abandon you."

He let go of my hair and gave me another slap that resonated throughout my head. There was no way I was going to let this bastard have his way with me.

As soon as I let him sleep with me, he would have marked me, and if he abandons me, no one is going to want me there by making me a rogue. He really wants to ruin my life.

The toilet opened, and I heard him walk out the door. I quickly picked up my phone and texted Sarah and Serena for help. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to get away from him until this issue was over.

This wasn't the first time he was going to beat me up. I've ended up with a couple of broken ribs before and, on days when I'm lucky, a broken arm or finger.

I was so concentrated on my phone that I didn't hear when he came back in, but I did hear when the door slammed shut.

He looked down at me with hooded eyes, and that stupid smirk appeared on his face again. He looked at me like I was some prey that he had been chasing for a long time, and now that he had finally caught me, he was going to devour me.

“Now, it's just you and me left. I would like you to repeat what you just said.

I didn't answer him, and he leapt forward and wrapped my hair around his hand before lifting me up with it. He spat in my face and grabbed my face to steady me.

He landed me another slap that caused me to lose balance, and I fell to the floor. My cheek throbbed in pain, and I could feel a piercing pain in my shoulder.

The bottom of his shoe pressed my face further into the ground, and I managed to push it off. Before I could fully raise myself from the ground, he kicked my stomach repeatedly, and blood spurted from my mouth.

My vision was beginning to dim, and a sharp pain settled in my stomach as though it were invited. Even when one of his blows hit my chest and I ended up coughing a little, he didn't stop pounding on my head.

He was really determined to kill me. At that moment, I began to wonder whether my cousins had not gotten my text because they were supposed to have noticed that I was gone.

Just for a moment, my brain judged me for opening my mouth to cause my doom. I pushed the thought aside because I had to stand up for myself when it came to this cretin.

There was no way I was going to allow him to keep threatening me. If I didn't do this, I was going to end up with him as a husband.

His boot heel that landed on my leg was enough to bring me out of my thoughts. Because my head was raised when he stepped on it, my head hit the ground and bounced back up.

The effect was instantaneous. It was like I blacked out for some moments, and my vision went black. I could taste the blood in my mouth because it had gathered, but I didn't want to spit it out so he wouldn't see the damage he had done.

When I was finally able to process a thought, I lifted myself up from the ground and fell back down. My right arm was useless, so I used the other and sat up right. The skin on my stomach throbbed, and I didn't even want to look at it because I'd just feel sorry for myself.

As I looked at his ugly face, my blood boiled, and I wish I could live out the dark fantasies I had imagined of him where I drove a chisel with a hammer into his brain, if there was one anyway.

“You can try all you want." The blood mixed with saliva dripped down my mouth as I spoke. “It's not going to change my mind."

I spat the remaining contents of my mouth out, and it landed on his chest.

“I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. The title of the lesson will be “Making You Mine."

That disgusting smirk appeared on his face as he took off his shirt. My heart beat faster as his words registered.

"The bastard wanted to mark me."